First he tells me to stay inside, now he says I have to go out and blow a whistle! Or clap, but we’re not really equipped for clapping.
He says it happens every Thursday, at eight o’clock.
I’ve dug out all my whistles.
The police whistle is loud, but people might take me for a policeperson.
I’ll try them all.
I think the postal workers’ one is best. Loud, bright, and principled.
Now I’m all ready for eight o’clock.
Ruffy says everyone will be outside, clapping and whistling and tooting.
I know my eyes aren’t great, but it looks very quiet out there.
I don’t hear any clapping or whistling.
I suppose I missed it. Oh well, there’s always next week.